I’ve just spent over two hours searching the nooks and crannies of my house for … paper. It’s the first time I’ve really noticed what a “cranny” is.
I started perhaps in 1985, making notes about something. Essentially, I’ve never stopped. First it was random bits of paper, then sheets from a tiny notepad, then Day-Timer pages. Eventually I graduated to recipe cards.
I’ve just counted them all: 900 recipe cards and 927 assorted pages, most filled with handwriting front and back.
There’s a journey here. I’ll tell you more tomorrow.